Hadlow wins it for Cincers at the death after Tom carries his bat (if not his water bottle)

A nerve-shredder, this one.
Set 170 to win, London Saints came perilously close.
Six needed off the last over and only five wickets down.
If it wasn't for Richard H holding his nerve and sending down a miserly six balls, they would have won.
Back to the start.
Tom was the main man in the batting line-up and he delivered - albeit by bringing out some strange contraption so he could drink at regular intervals without taking his helmet off.
Some idiot (the Captain,of course, while umpiring) had to hold this while Tom batted.
He and Dee started well, until Dee got a nosebleed when he was 18 and got bowled.
(That elusive 50 is actually there for the taking....if only he'd get his head down!).
After that, we struggled.
Dan Porter laboured and the overs ticked by.
Tom was also tiring in the heat.
But Dan suddenly found a gear and ended up with an invaluable 36.
Faisal came in and smashed 10 in quick order while Tom carried his bat to end 78 not out.
Cincers closed on 169 for 5 off 35.
Not a bad total to defend but we were may be one seamer light on the day.
We started well, though, and began to push the rate up.
But the crux was always going to come when the spinners came on.
So it was.
The Skip and Richard got a bit of grief though if catches had been held, the grief would have been Saints'.
But it wasn't and all of a sudden, they were up with the rate.
Crucially, Chris P returning at one end got a wicket when Ben snaffled a chance in the deep (Ben, Cincers' career advice - drop one off a seamer rather than one off the Skip!).
Simon M also took a simply stunning catch at shortish mid-off (off James's bowling) to bring another new batter in.
And so to the final over.
Sensing it might well be curtains, the Skip volunteered to take the flack. So did Dee.
But no, Hadlow insisted.
He only went for four!
Cincers the winners by one run.
Pass the smelling salts.